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Poetry

With power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.

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by Jadefireeyes

by Jadefireeyes

My hopes to bead,

My soul to bleed,

My mind to breed,

My will to cede.

My words to weed,

My law for deed,

My fight to feed,

My lust of greed.

My lies to heed,

My heart to knead,

My path to lead,

My night of need.

My right to plead,

My eyes to read,

My lake of reed,

My tree of seed.

My foot for speed,

My horse of steed,

My doubts to weed,

My hopes to bead.